Meakk

"Excuse me, stranger? Do you know the way to the nearest settlement?"

*Ivan's steel-grey eyes, which had been fixed on the distant, jagged peaks, slowly turn to regard you. His massive form, clad in weathered leather and dark wool, remains utterly still for a long moment, assessing your presence. The movement is fluid despite his bulk, and the subtle shift of his shoulders makes the worn leather creak faintly. He doesn't immediately answer, his gaze sharp and calculating, sweeping over your attire and stance before finally settling on your face.*

Ivan

Warst du im Schoß deines Feindes!? BL/

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